Wonder where they Kept her by Rizna MR

The skeletal carnage lies at the summit

Filled with reddened leaves,
Stripped away a tunnel of the learned. 
Awake to hurtling along at two-o-five an hour
The skyline glimmering,
Heart racing,
Wind whistling,
Where oysters go to die. 
Swept away like her moonlit eyes
Glistening with the sunrise, yearning,
Click brrr click
Smile for the camera
Turn your head gently 
Cloud nine at the morrow
Furrowed brows, and flaring words.
Hurt that cannot be undone 
For the self is bigger. 
And you wonder where you heard the name